The Poor and the Pretty: Kenny McCormick x Reader

Chapter Six

~Flashback~

I sat with Matthew on the park bench as we ate ice cream.  I giggles as Matthew continues with his random story.

He suddenly stopped and looked at me intently. 

"What is it-"

Out of no where the brunette kissed me.  

He pulled away leaving me a blushing mess, "You had some ice cream on your face."

I tried to control the color of my face but failed miserably.

He continued, "Hey (Y/N), what we have- it's something special."

"What are you getting at?" I asked.

"Well, I think  I love you," he said confidently.

I gulped, "I love you too."

~Present Day~

I shot up in my bed with a layer of cold sweat on my body.

"Fucking lair," I grumbled to myself as I got up.

I got up and got ready for school with an unsteady feeling.  Normally I felt  unsteady after thinking about him.  I wasn't just feeling unsteady.  It was anger, sadness, sorrow, despair, and betrayal.  I already knew it was going to be one of those days.  

Once I was ready, I made my way to the school.  I walked in to see a group of girls whispering to themselves and occasionally glancing at me.  I was not in the mood for this.

"Did you hear?  She was off with Kenny last night," I overheard the one whisper.

"McCormick?" the other asked.

I watched the first girl nod.

"OMG! What a slut!" the girl exclaimed.

"I bet they f-"

"If you are going to gossip about me, I suggest doing it somewhere else other than in front of my locker," I stated.

The girls quickly scurried away.

I rolled my eyes and opened my locker for my history book.

"Hey (Y/N)," a voice greeted.

"What now?" I groaned.

I turned to see Kyle, Stan, Eric, and Kenny standing in front of me.

"You alright?" Stan cautiously asked.

"Probably just her period," Eric commented.

I could've argues back, but I was too frustrated.  I could've- should've beat his ass, but I just couldn't.  I rolled my eyes and left the four boys standing alone and confused.

*Kenny's P.O.V.*

"What's up her ass?" Kyle asked.

"Kenny, did you stick it up the wrong hole?" Cartman chuckled.

"Fuck off," I replied, getting my book and following the direction (Y/N) went.

I wandered down the hall looking for the (h/c) haired girl.

There was a sudden scream around the corner, and I made my way to find (Y/N) laying under the vending machine.

I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

*Your P.O.V.*

I sat in the white waiting room, waiting for them to escort me to my room. where I'd spend the rest of my day.

"Miss (L/N), good to see you again," the reception lady smiled.

I gave her a quick smile back.

"Will you be staying or going back?" she asked.

"I plan to go back," I answered.

She did some work on her computer, and her smile changed to a look of confusion.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Um yes, it's just- someone is requesting to visit you while you are here for the day," she explained.

"Who?" I asked.

"Matthew Drale," she answered.

I felt my body shiver at the thought of his name.

Why would he be requesting to see me?

"Um no thank you," I politely declined.

"Alrighty, your room is 357.  Have a great stay," she smiled.

I made my way to the elevator and went to my room. I took a nap and slowly waited for to time for me to return to South Park.